To love is to feel, pain is in its wake,
Sometimes the shadows of heartache
Cloud my vision, my joy they might take,
But I remember what’s at stake.

Our love may not be perfect, it might be flawed,
But it's the purest love I've ever known
But in no universe are we not together,
In no life, no realm, are we not forever.

As rocks, as butterflies, as cats and as seasons,
We find our ways back, no matter the reasons.
Though the winds of change may blow,
Our love remains, our roots always grow.